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*grins brightly* Yay! I mean, it has merit. With all the dark stuff that's been going on, maybe the teachers decide to allow the students some fun thing to ease the stress.
It sounds like we need an event.
Like... *thinks about a normal high school type of thing*
...a talent show!
But one of the caveats would have to be 'No Powers!'. I'm talking singing, dancing, comedy... you know, goofy type stuff.
Would that do?
Like... *thinks about a normal high school type of thing*
...a talent show!
But one of the caveats would have to be 'No Powers!'. I'm talking singing, dancing, comedy... you know, goofy type stuff.
Would that do?
*shrug* I'm there... for now. >_< real tired though.
Kijani didn't bother to smooth her hair or fix her clothes. At this particular moment, she didn't care, and knew Connor wouldn't. She opened the door and yanked him inside, then nearly collapsed in his arms. Her eyes were red-rimmed from when she'd cried in her sleep, and her bookcase and it's contents were still on the ground. For a while she didn't speak, just rested against the only person that still acknowledged her, even if she didn't understand why. "
"Connor... I broke the inhibitor." She leaned back and pointed to the cracked device on the ground. "And possibly my bookcase."
"Connor... I broke the inhibitor." She leaned back and pointed to the cracked device on the ground. "And possibly my bookcase."
"Please... come back! Please!"
Kijani was locked in a nightmare. She was naked, the scar across her torso raw and red. Bright, blindingly white spotlights shone down on her from above, illuminating every flaw, every weakness, every bit of ugliness in her. Shadows pointed and laughed at her, hurling insults that stung like barbs. In the background were people she knew. Her parents. Her grandmother. Anthony. Connor.
She reached out for them, with tears streaming down her face. The salt in her tears burned her skin, which seemed to be burning from the inside out- but she couldn't stop crying. "Mother, Father!" She hadn't called them that since she was eight. "Please! Please, help me..."
They turned their backs on her. The word rung through the air, in her head, all around.
Useless.
They were gone, fading into the shadows, adding to the laughter and jeers.
Kijani's head whipped around, desperate. "Grandmother? Please, help me."
Waller shook her head and turned her back, walking away.
Weak.
Kijani flinched, her hand still outstretched, fingers desperately reaching.
Her gaze turned to Anthony, and her yellow eyes met his, which were pure silver.
"Anthony, my... friend, please..."
Anthony stared down at her, and he laughed. He laughed, his gaze scornful and demeaning as he stuck his hands in his pockets and walked away.
Worthless.
Distraught and nearly hyperventilating, she turned to Connor. He was the only one left that she recognized.
"Connor, please... help me. I... I know I've never asked, I know I push you away... but.. I love you, and I wish I had the... the strength to admit how much I really do... need you..."
Her words seemed to fall on deaf ears. Connor simply shook his head, and turned his back as well, fading into the dark.
Unwanted.
There was no one left for her. No one would help her, no one cared. She was invisible, she was nothing, she might as well not exist!
With nothing left but despair, she started to scream, and scream, and scream-
Kijani jerked awake as a sharp pain jolted her head, and a loud thud echoed in her vicinity. "Agh-" Her throat was raw, and her head was stinging. She reached up to touch it, and nearly got shocked. The metal inhibitor that had circled her forehead had snapped in two, and was hanging from her head, still live and sparking. With a faint swear, she tugged the pieces away and tossed them across the room.
The bookcase in her room had tipped over completely, scattering books and papers all over the floor. The noise of that had likely woken her up. Kijani wiped her face, which was wet with tears, and she got up, going to her small bathroom to try and clean up. Once she was sure she could speak without her voice trembling, she called Connor.
The phone rang and rang. When it was picked up, she knew her voice sounded panicked, but she couldn't relax. "Connor, it's me. Ah... could you... come over when you have some time?"
Kijani was locked in a nightmare. She was naked, the scar across her torso raw and red. Bright, blindingly white spotlights shone down on her from above, illuminating every flaw, every weakness, every bit of ugliness in her. Shadows pointed and laughed at her, hurling insults that stung like barbs. In the background were people she knew. Her parents. Her grandmother. Anthony. Connor.
She reached out for them, with tears streaming down her face. The salt in her tears burned her skin, which seemed to be burning from the inside out- but she couldn't stop crying. "Mother, Father!" She hadn't called them that since she was eight. "Please! Please, help me..."
They turned their backs on her. The word rung through the air, in her head, all around.
Useless.
They were gone, fading into the shadows, adding to the laughter and jeers.
Kijani's head whipped around, desperate. "Grandmother? Please, help me."
Waller shook her head and turned her back, walking away.
Weak.
Kijani flinched, her hand still outstretched, fingers desperately reaching.
Her gaze turned to Anthony, and her yellow eyes met his, which were pure silver.
"Anthony, my... friend, please..."
Anthony stared down at her, and he laughed. He laughed, his gaze scornful and demeaning as he stuck his hands in his pockets and walked away.
Worthless.
Distraught and nearly hyperventilating, she turned to Connor. He was the only one left that she recognized.
"Connor, please... help me. I... I know I've never asked, I know I push you away... but.. I love you, and I wish I had the... the strength to admit how much I really do... need you..."
Her words seemed to fall on deaf ears. Connor simply shook his head, and turned his back as well, fading into the dark.
Unwanted.
There was no one left for her. No one would help her, no one cared. She was invisible, she was nothing, she might as well not exist!
With nothing left but despair, she started to scream, and scream, and scream-
Kijani jerked awake as a sharp pain jolted her head, and a loud thud echoed in her vicinity. "Agh-" Her throat was raw, and her head was stinging. She reached up to touch it, and nearly got shocked. The metal inhibitor that had circled her forehead had snapped in two, and was hanging from her head, still live and sparking. With a faint swear, she tugged the pieces away and tossed them across the room.
The bookcase in her room had tipped over completely, scattering books and papers all over the floor. The noise of that had likely woken her up. Kijani wiped her face, which was wet with tears, and she got up, going to her small bathroom to try and clean up. Once she was sure she could speak without her voice trembling, she called Connor.
The phone rang and rang. When it was picked up, she knew her voice sounded panicked, but she couldn't relax. "Connor, it's me. Ah... could you... come over when you have some time?"
Caits said
that's probably best, because I have no idea what to freaking to there with the device.
Yeah, Knight left us in an odd spot. I forgot it was there until after he left, unfortunately. Let me get a post together.
Caits said
I have no idea what to write or what to do.
*thinks* I'm thinking I might have Kijani break that device through sheer force of will... In some nightmare induced panic. She probably would call Connor, because at this point she wouldn't know who else TO call...
Devika walked between the two males. She could definitely sense the growing competition between them. It made her want to shake her head. Hopefully they'd get over it. She just followed, before softly asking a question to break the silence. "Could you go over the particulars of the experiments with me?"
Unfortunately, you won't be able to post until we can see and approve your character...
There was nothing like riding a motorcycle. Jin Ifriti felt a laugh bubbling inside her as she turned the corners of Star City at near top speed. The wind on her skin, the rumble of the engine beneath her, the city rushing by outside her helmet... it was all beautiful. Her customized bike made it all the better. She'd taken an old Ninja and rebuilt it nearly from the engine up, making it sleeker, faster, and adding in some homebrewed tech. She had a city map with GPS, a few nitro thrusters, a comm system that linked to the HQ, and various other features, some of them that only she knew about.
The thought of the Star City headquarters nearly made her miss her turn. She had been told that there would be some new teammates that the League had recruited. Jin wasn't so sure she wanted to meet them. She'd spent the last six months in therapy, and some days it felt like she'd never be 'better'. The team hadn't been the same after that whole Atlantean fiasco went down. She'd found herself awakening to an alarm that had long been blaring- by the time she got her suit on, the battle had been over. It had made her sick. She'd missed a fight- she had slept right through it! What if they'd been hurt, or worse? She never would have forgiven herself. Falling asleep on the job? What the heck kind of hero was she?
That had forced her into a sort of hiatus. She went back to Gotham, to try and sort things out on her own. Part of her missed Gabe deeply- when she took her break from the team, he went off to do his own thing. They exchanged emails often, but it wasn't the same as seeing that goof in person. She did her best to keep up her training, but didn't go out on patrol in Gotham. All she could see was her failures and the losses, and she knew that she'd crack if she went too far.
Months passed, and she realized she wasn't doing much but improving her fighting skills and trying to crack long equations for money. She'd gotten some very discreet help from Black Canary, who had set her up with a very good therapist. It was very, very hard to talk to someone about her issues. With the way she'd grown up, she kept her troubles buried deep, like the core of the Earth deep. They only came up in her sleep, and even then they vanished (more or less) when she was conscious. Digging those up while she was awake, and having someone listen... it was a lot. The first few sessions were more silence than anything, and Jin was waiting for the therapist to abandon her case, to call her unfixable. That didn't happen, even when she stopped being quiet, and started to lash out, trying to scare the therapist off. That failed to work too, and after a month Jin took the lid off where she kept her past and bad memories buried, starting to pick them out one by one.
HQ was coming into view, and she breathed out a sigh. She didn't know if she was relieved or unnerved. There was nothing to it, though, but to get it over with. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad?
She pressed the code for the hangar/garage in on a tiny keypad on her bike's console. The hangar doors parted for her, and she rolled her bike in. Her favorite spot was still empty, so she parked and turned the bike off.
Listening to the engine cool, humming and rattling away, she tugged off her helmet and finger combed her black hair. It had gotten longer, almost to her shoulders now, and she'd debated cutting it down to a more servicable length. Perhaps later. She stowed the helmet and unzipped her jacket, revealing a black tee underneath. Her hair wasn't the only thing that had grown- she'd had to buy new clothes a month ago, because the old ones didn't fit. It was upsetting; the doctor had gone on about some kind of late growth spurt and that Jin was a late bloomer. All she knew was that she had to wear a bra all the time now, and her boy disguise now required taping down her chest and wearing much looser pants. She wasn't quite liking looking like a girl.
She headed toward the hallways of the HQ, and exhaled slowly. Time to face the music. With a quick shake of her head and a double cheek slap, she headed inside.
The thought of the Star City headquarters nearly made her miss her turn. She had been told that there would be some new teammates that the League had recruited. Jin wasn't so sure she wanted to meet them. She'd spent the last six months in therapy, and some days it felt like she'd never be 'better'. The team hadn't been the same after that whole Atlantean fiasco went down. She'd found herself awakening to an alarm that had long been blaring- by the time she got her suit on, the battle had been over. It had made her sick. She'd missed a fight- she had slept right through it! What if they'd been hurt, or worse? She never would have forgiven herself. Falling asleep on the job? What the heck kind of hero was she?
That had forced her into a sort of hiatus. She went back to Gotham, to try and sort things out on her own. Part of her missed Gabe deeply- when she took her break from the team, he went off to do his own thing. They exchanged emails often, but it wasn't the same as seeing that goof in person. She did her best to keep up her training, but didn't go out on patrol in Gotham. All she could see was her failures and the losses, and she knew that she'd crack if she went too far.
Months passed, and she realized she wasn't doing much but improving her fighting skills and trying to crack long equations for money. She'd gotten some very discreet help from Black Canary, who had set her up with a very good therapist. It was very, very hard to talk to someone about her issues. With the way she'd grown up, she kept her troubles buried deep, like the core of the Earth deep. They only came up in her sleep, and even then they vanished (more or less) when she was conscious. Digging those up while she was awake, and having someone listen... it was a lot. The first few sessions were more silence than anything, and Jin was waiting for the therapist to abandon her case, to call her unfixable. That didn't happen, even when she stopped being quiet, and started to lash out, trying to scare the therapist off. That failed to work too, and after a month Jin took the lid off where she kept her past and bad memories buried, starting to pick them out one by one.
HQ was coming into view, and she breathed out a sigh. She didn't know if she was relieved or unnerved. There was nothing to it, though, but to get it over with. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad?
She pressed the code for the hangar/garage in on a tiny keypad on her bike's console. The hangar doors parted for her, and she rolled her bike in. Her favorite spot was still empty, so she parked and turned the bike off.
Listening to the engine cool, humming and rattling away, she tugged off her helmet and finger combed her black hair. It had gotten longer, almost to her shoulders now, and she'd debated cutting it down to a more servicable length. Perhaps later. She stowed the helmet and unzipped her jacket, revealing a black tee underneath. Her hair wasn't the only thing that had grown- she'd had to buy new clothes a month ago, because the old ones didn't fit. It was upsetting; the doctor had gone on about some kind of late growth spurt and that Jin was a late bloomer. All she knew was that she had to wear a bra all the time now, and her boy disguise now required taping down her chest and wearing much looser pants. She wasn't quite liking looking like a girl.
She headed toward the hallways of the HQ, and exhaled slowly. Time to face the music. With a quick shake of her head and a double cheek slap, she headed inside.
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